War

• Allyson Howard, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2008

I often dreamed of death.
The way you would lie your head down for the last and slowly go cold, knowing that soon you would be nothing more than a rotting corpse. The way your hopes and dreams for the future would be shattered in a single bound, and you would know its the end.

But war is different.
You have no warmth for your body to contain; You have no hopes and dreams to be shattered;You have nothing but the will to survive.
But is that even possible?
Can you ever really survive war?

I often ask myself this for i am in the middle of one. I like to look back on my past,in the middle of the bullets and bloodshed, and I wonder;

Will the person I once was, be me once more? Or will she be nothing more than a faint, distant memory?

Will I ever move on, or will i be cursed with these horrifying memories forever?

In war, is there such thing as surviving?